This is one of those movies where everyone is really British and no matter how much crazy, evil, supernatural shit goes down all anybody ever does is look mildly annoyed. My favorite is when the mummy suddenly bursts through these doors and goes straight for this one guy's throat; he just stands there with this "I say, how peculiar" look on his face. The mummy in this version doesn't dilly-dally around when he's got a job to do, but for some reason the cat pulling his strings only sends him after one person at a time! That doesn't seem very efficient. Unfortunately, this flick isn't gory at all, and the only chick on hand is okay, but she's nothing to break out the twelve-dollar bottle of wine for. Plus it was epically lame how they suddenly pulled the old "Hey, she looks just like the mummy's true love!" bit out of their asses when the movie was already two-thirds of the way over. There is a hilarious part where the main dude and the bad guy have one of those polite, James Bond-style meetings where they're really threatening and insulting each other, but when the best part of a mummy movie is talking you know something went wrong somewhere.